Why i need freedom. 1

It was my bad luck to be born in
the world's largest democracy. I
was sure to exercise all the
prestigeous rights one enjoys in
democracy but the very first
sound that entered my ears was
Azaan mingled with the cries of
my people being beaten by canes
and treated by bullets.. Till yet i
am not able to know which part
of the democracy they were
following.. I, as a kid, was
slapped by a soldier as i didn't
wish him"Jai Hind"or"Vande
Mataram".. Was it a necessary
lesson that my Aappa(Mother)
had forgot to teach me.. I am
now sure that he has not slapped
me but the very basic principles
of democracy of which india is
too proud.. The long mustaches of
that Armymen had snatched all
the glory and taste of my sweet
childhood.. Nobody ever has tried
to know the cause of the anger
lying in my eyes.. Was it water
due to fear, blood due to anger
or dryness due to thirst of
freedom from opression???.. In
a couple of years i was
encouraged by the fact that
everybody in kashmir had the
same story to reveal.. I alone was
not the victim of indian demon
cracy.. It was to make me aware
of the fact that i little enjoy the
rights of a free citizen.. I was
ready to constuct bunkers for
soldiers, gaurd the highways
during nights(no matter whose
duty it was), halt mid-way to
give passage to the convoy's,
lead search parties to suspected
millitant hide-outs, move without
pheran(local gown) and kangri
(fire pot) in the chilling winter,
offer apples and walnuts free of
cost, speak in their language in
front of media, cast my vote
against my wish and carry their
charcoal bags that had spoiled
my school uniform.. Right now
when i have almost lived one third
of my life i an yet to get a feel
of a citizen of a truly democratic
nation.
. Contine....